My name is Anna Kings and this is my story of a battle with a cardiovascular ailment. It all started way back when I was still in college. I never gave it much thought because the intermittent high-speed heart beta which would occur maybe once in a month or twice was not new to me. It was a condition that I had my dad complain and live with since I was quite young and his health was alright.
Therefore, what he termed as palpitations and claimed to be caused be stress wasn’t anything which would scare me. If at all the condition was lethal, my dad would have quit smoking the very first time that he experienced the unnatural heartbeats, but he didn’t and still led a fine life.
So when it also took a stroll in my life, I considered it a family disease that I could have inherited from him and I too never gave it much thought. I never sought medical attention for it, nor did I allow it to interfere with my usual schedule and habits – the worst and most which I was a regular – of going out for a drink. Nonetheless, fatal or not I still learnt the hard way.
While in college, I wanted to be like all other college mates. I wanted to go out on weekend, have fun, take a beer, smoke a cigarette, have some sex and not what; all that college shit. All the while, I had these palpitations attacks which became more frequent and routine as my exposure to college life increased in momentum.
I should attribute all this to the company that I had, but whenever I look bad and feel sorry for myself I usually blame my ignorance and assumptions that it wasn’t a condition which warranted medical attention. As a matter of fact, I equaled it to a headache of a bruise due to an accident. Thus I carried all what I felt were best for me as usual.
Life after College
The life that I was used to was the one that I ended up continuing with long after college. I’d still drink myself silly and at times smoked a cigarette or two. Little did I know that I was suffering from atrial fibrillation, a condition which worsened and caused stroke which eventually paralyzed my speech as well as the left lower parts of the body.
I never heeded any signs that I could be having a serious attack because to me all was normal until this happened. By this time, the condition had rapidly spread and not much hope was in me.
My first visit to the hospital had me admitted for ten days in the health center before I was referred to a better facility where I spent the next three weeks. According to the medical staff in the referral center, my condition had worsened and they feared for the worse.
Anyhow, I survived it. After the three weeks I was in a stable condition to be discharged though I had several appointments scheduled for me. However, not everything was easy as I anticipated. Back at home I faced more challenges of being alone and lonely almost the whole day while my parents went to work and healing didn’t come soon as anticipated. For the several months back home, I had a nurse who would visit often to check on me and apply some therapeutic treatments to ease my ‘dead’ body part but not all worked well about the whole issue.
Six months at home still doing nothing was one of the longest periods about a particular thing in my life. But then came a break-through. The nurse who was taking care of me came to know of a new way of handling stroke patients which required both medication as well as physiotherapy instead of the walking therapy.
This was the treatment that she offered to try on me. It wasn’t easy because I was partially paralyzed but because of the encouragement and support that she gave me, I tried all my best not to let her down. I did all as she instructed me and within two months, my body started getting stronger.
I did it for another month and boom, all my senses were back and I was able to walk a little bit. Best still, I quit both alcohol and smoking and today, I still live a better life.